id in a low voice.

"Madam, I would promise anything in such a case," I answered.

A faint smile passed over her face, for we were now outside the cabin
and in the ladies' boudoir.

"You can promise relief, then, I understand?" she queried.

"She will probably be all right to-night, though I cannot say the
hysteria will not recur," I replied.

An expression flitted over her face, but whether it was of pity or
annoyance I could not have said.

"My brother will not put the yacht about," she said.

"I'm not going to ask him," I rejoined.

"I thank you, doctor," said she simply, "and so will he."

"It is my business," I responded indifferently.

She had spoken with distance, even coldly, and with the air of
condescension. There was no necessity to thank me at all, and certainly
not in that way.

Bidding her good evening, I went down again, and as I went a problem
which had vaguely bothered me during my administrations recurred, now
more insistently. There was something familiar in Mlle. Chateray's
face. What was it?

I spent some time in the surgery, and later joined the officers at
dinner. Captain Day wore a short dinner-jacket like my own, but the
others had made no attempt to dress. Perhaps that was the reason why
the captain devoted his attention to me. His voice was that of a
cultivated man, and he seemed to converse on the same level of
cultivation. He made a figure apart from the rest of the company, to
which little Pye was now joined, and as I looked down and across the
table (from which only Holgate was absent on duty) their marvellous
unlikeness to him struck me. Even Sir John Barraclough and Lane seemed
by comparison more or less of a piece, though the first officer ignored
the purser quite markedly. Captain Day, I discovered, had some taste in
letters, and as that also had been my consolation in my exile in
Wapping, I think we drew nearer on a common hobby. I visited my patient
about nine o'clock, and found her sleeping. As she lay asleep, I was
again haunted by the likeness to some one I had seen before; but I was
unable to trace it to its source nor did I trouble my head in the
matter, since resemblances are so frequently accidental and baffling.

Pye had invited me to his room earlier in the day, and I went straight
to him from the deck cabin. To find Holgate there was not unpleasing,
as it seemed in a way to recall what I almost began to consider old
times--the time that was in the "Three Tun